Fuck them niggas who hate, duck them bitches who fakeEverybody is real and everybody two-facedHeel, face, heel, face, heel, waitFuck them niggas who hate, duck them bitches who fakeYou could be an earthquake or be a snakeHeel, face, heel, let's get itFuck with me

Fuck them bitches who fake, all my shit on my plateGot me under a fake one like you're Donald's toupéNo real knowledge on foreign policy, obviously baitBut it's obvious broken promises shall be your fateI'm like the coldest, the dopest poetNo bullshit, I'm so devotedI got at like 40 bitches, but I always go with ChloeMy baby mama, G, my baby mama, GLabel took like 40 hours for no MED'sAnd, pick up the MaybachI put these niggas in pieces, I duck shitAnd watch these niggas walk in feces on featuresSee, the problem isThey're Malcolm Jamal Warner, I'm Malcolm XCompare, yea, realest nigga everywhereKeep my peeps in Christian and they never gon' loose their EdgeFuck it though, we like, fuck it thoughMe and Sean, Big Puffy thoughHe been on for a minute nowBut when him around I'm a double upDropped one, hit a number oneFuck you niggas, I'm goin' number oneFuck you niggas, I'm Curt HennigY'all niggas lookin' like bubble gumReal shooter, Prince BalorReal shooter, Prince DevittOnly Buddha, no Len BiasNobody try us, we're too excellentThe execution here too specialBless the booth, what I do specialYou're a main event? I'm a main eventWhat I do? Pay-per-view specialYou sleep on Folarin still?I'm peepin' on you artists stillMMG still the hottest dealLike Ric, Tully, and Arn stillI'm on my Ric FlairHit your head, infared weapon, no sixesI'm on my Nature BoyNiggas try to fuck up my moneyStill leave with the gold

Fuck them niggas who hate, fuck them bitches who fakeYou could be an earthquake or be a snakeHeel, face, heel, face, heel, yeaFuck them niggas who hate, fuck them bitchs who fakeEverybody is real and everybody two-facedHeel, face, heel, face